Entry 022 | I Got a Haircut

So I gave myself some bangs. What do you think?
I cant stop listening to Amy Grant's Every Heartbeat. When I was younger, this music video rocked my rocks. It still does.

Entry 020 | School of Rock

School of Rock is one of those movies I'll find myself quoting in my everyday life. Larry, the nerd genius boy is my favorite. In one scene he confides in Mr. Schneebly and says, "People in the bands are cool. I am not cool enough!" It's really about how he says it that cracks me up and whenever someone asks me to do something or go somewhere, I'll say, "But I'm not cool enough!" I've also been known to say, "Step OOOOOOOOOUUUUFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!" and "You're tacky and I hate you." Ahh, what a great movie. If you haven't seen, go rent it today.

You're not hardcore. Unless you live hardcore.

I am not cool enough!

Entry 018 | Unrelated

I want.
and I want to go to there.

Entry 016 | David Sedaris

Have you ever been so nervous to meet/ impress someone so much that you become a complete mute and cause awkwardness for yourself and the other party? Well, I have! Back when I was still at school at U of I, my sister and I went to go see David Sedaris* at a reading in Champaign. Not until we got there did we learn that we would get the opportunity to meet him face to face for a book signing! We eagerly got in line with our books to meet him (which now that I think of it, we must have had in our bags bc we assumed the possibility might arise). As we inched closer to the front of the line, Al and I became increasingly nervous about what we would say to him. What witty one liner would be clever enough to grab his attention, to propel our status from "fans" to "David's two new best friends?" This was our only chance, to make an impression and win him over! Suddenly the moment was upon us and we were face to face with the great David Sedaris.

My sister went first. They talked about Chicago and the weather and he wrote a nice little note on her front matter pages. Then his attention turned to me. And in a whirlwind, it unfolded something along the lines of," Yep... I'm the younger... study graphic design...my sister cleaned my dorm room before we got here...." and then intense staring at him. WhaT?!? Cleaned my room? Who cares??? All the while this nonsense was pouring from my mouth, I watched him start to draw a jack o'lantern in my book, something I saw him do in books of those who failed to please him or make any sort of connection. I wanted to say, "Wait! I love you, we have the same sense of humor, we could be frieeeeeeends!!" But alas, I had to scoot as he was already reaching out to shake the next loser's hand.

My sister was also not pleased with her own performance. Not being able to draw on her womanly wiles to pull in a gay man, she was also without a game plan and failed to make her mark. Disappointed, we slumped downstairs and seated our sorry asses down. We snapped at each other for no reason. Got irritated at the crowds for laughing too loud and too frequently and called them lemmings. And worst of all, we didn't enjoy the show.

*Being the first to author the definition of D. Sedaris, I should've thought to mention this at our meeting! But its too late now.

Amy Sedaris : Equally delightful

Entry 012 | Mitsuwa

When I've had a cruddy day, the usual suspects get an earful. And when I've unburdened a healthy load, I proceed to buy myself something nice. Today I did just that. At Mitsuwa (a world within itself), I got a beautiful Japanese magazine and delicious Japanese snacks. Looks like I wont be able to afford another cruddy day for awhile.

No, that's not Ling Lee!

The yellow rubber band was 32% of why I bought this but the cashier lady wouldn't let me have it.

Pretty

More Pretty

Look, I got a free shirt with my magazine. But I'm pretty sure I paid for it.

Entry 010 | Lieutenant Dan

In a final attempt to stop talking about myself so much (I've been told this jokingly, but it still hurt my feelings bc im sensiteeeeve) on my blog, here's one last entry about a personal experience then I'll blog about uninteresting things like the news and social issues. I was snoop-twittering and found an old picture of my friend Kelly and me from this past summer. I remember it well... We were chatting in the outdoor seating of some cafe on Rush street when this woman came up to us told us that she just saw Gary Sinise down the street. Since we were pretty much finished with our drinks and both generally get excited about the sky being blue, we freaked out and decided to go chase him down the street. We started gaining on him and urged one another to ask for a picture. You do it! No, you! stylez back and forth until Kelly finally gave in. She got his attention at the annoyance of his teenage daughter who had the look of, "leave my dad alone biotch!" written all over her face. I did my part to equally compliment and creep him out by saying, "You must hate this but... WE LOVE YOU!" in my baritone causing excited-ness. He smiled and obliged as Kelly latched herself onto him and I onto her. Thanks lieutenant Dan for being so gracious.

Entry 009 | Pot Pies to Pot Holes

Too much advertising or not, I'm in strong favor of KFC covering up my potholes. There's already enough crappy advertising out there, it's not gonna hurt to have a few thousand more. In fact, I'd welcome it. I love my Kentucky Friiiiiiied Chicken.